Hua Min'er had been ambushed, and among the cultivators who attacked her was a master at the Near-Saint Eighteenth Heaven. Ling Tian was consumed with worry. Without hesitation, he unleashed his powerful aura and raced toward her at full speed, using Teleportation Secret Technique again and again despite the cost. Hua Min'er had already broken through to the middle stage of the Near-Saint Eighteenth Heaven, a level above her attackers. But that didn't mean she was safe. There were many of them, and, more importantly, they might burn their Origin Power.
Indeed, even cultivators at the Near-Saint Seventeenth Heaven could reach the peak of the Near-Saint Eighteenth Heaven, or even the Near-Saint Nineteenth Heaven, by burning their Origin Bloodline Power. The same was all the more true of those at the Near-Saint Eighteenth Heaven—and they could pose a real threat to Hua Min'er. No wonder Ling Tian had rushed to her side at top speed as soon as he learned what was happening.
Little Shou, Fairy Meng Shang, and the others were just as anxious. They, too, hurried toward Hua Min'er as fast as they could. But they were some distance away, and they were slower than Ling Tian. It was hard to say whether they could reach her in time.
Sensing Ling Tian's urgency and worry, Po Qiong comforted him. "Ling Tian, you don't need to worry too much. Those people only want to capture Min'er and use her to threaten you. After all, they want to trade her for the Phoenix Soul Fruit. That means Min'er won't be killed, because..."
Po Qiong didn't finish, but Ling Tian understood. He forced himself to calm down. He knew that this was exactly when he needed to keep a cool head.
It made sense. Those cultivators had attacked Hua Min'er to